I beated you.

June 11, 2010

Yesterday, we went to a restaurant after my “little” cousin Nathan’s high school graduation. I walked into the restaurant restroom, and at the same time, a little girl hurried into the restroom, too. She was about 6 years old with rosy, rosy cheeks and wore bright red little-girl heels with her skirt. She was such a cute little chubby girl, and her heels clack-clacked as she seemed in a big hurry to get in.

When I came out of the stall, she kept watching me from the corner of her eye as she washed her hands. I smiled at her. She still didn’t look at me. Then she quickly tore off a piece of paper towel, and as I started to wash my hands, she looked at me square in the eyes (through the mirror) and calmly stated, “I beated you.”

I was a little confused and found her matter-of-fact tone so cute and funny that all I could do was laugh and ask, “Huh?”

“I beated you,” she repeated. Then before I could say anything, she yanked the restroom door open, started jumping up and down really hard, and loudly announced to her mom (and the rest of the restaurant, I might add), “I BEATED HER! I BEATED HER!”

HAHAHA.

Why are kids so random cute fun/ny? Who knew getting in and out of the restroom was a race? Maybe I need me some bright red heels, too. ;]

mike! someday, an outreach reunion is in order. i miss y’all. since i have no means of knowing how you’re doing/growing except through the sillinesses of facebook, (a) get a blog, (b) shoot me an email, or (c) both. :]